Lecture on Shifting Spiritual Paths

Message of Teacher Yazid, in his own words:

Let every sincere one trust that their heart was, for me, a garden of joy; whenever I wandered through it, I felt its truthfulness. We hide nothing, and we possess nothing. Every beauty we shared, and every suffering, we carry with us without crossing through it. Let beauty live, and let love be lived, even if we are the most wretched of creatures, even if we are the farthest people from love. Yet we will not betray the Light. We will continue to sing with fidelity. We are the Light upon the throne of hearts, a living testimony to the Source, angels circling Its truth. We are not guilty; we are innocent to the degree that the sun rises for us. Within us is intense love, and we conceal nothing from the Light. Let all things be revealed. We are complete—no crooked rib, no foul secret. I wish to dissolve into hearts, to illuminate minds, and to be escorted by faithful souls.

Before the Source, incapacity becomes sweet, the mind falls silent, the lower is exalted, and nothing base remains. My heart is purified and oriented, my mind is a witness, my spirit soars. I hear only what brings ease, and I feel myself to be a vast radiance, transcendent, lifting all things, elevated beyond beings. I rejected nothing and abandoned no self. I opened an eternity that does not close, beheld a Living One who does not die, and became alive without dying. I ascend without falling; each day brings more ascent. There is no lower realm there—only a sun that rises and never sets. My path is long and short: a dream approaching truth, a path separated from truth by nothing at all.

The Source speaks upon my tongue and is heard in my hearing—without claim. I seek neither existence nor power; I only perceive the truth: that existence is one, and the Source is. The mind thinks, the heart contemplates, and truth is not an act of beings; rather, beings are acts of truth. We do not create—everything is created. Every moment is a beginning and an end. We are an act of the Real, subsisting by the Real, for the Real, to witness the Real—and this is the true resurrection.

In an instant, the Real lifted me, realized me, and realized Itself through me, and I became of the Real. All servants became free by the Source, all creatures were realized by the Creator, and the Worshipped appeared within the servants, and His truth set them free. He illumined them and they were; He breathed into them and they became; and as long as His breath is within them, they are free by Him and from Him.

So who doubts? Who is darkened? Who imagines himself deprived? Who sees himself as low while sleeping in the heights? Who is alone? Who thinks himself in need? Shine with love—there is no need for hatred.